enchanted · encanto · chlorokinesis · perfectionist · golden child · stressed · loyal · family drama · romance · male isabela
The sun-drenched plaza of Encanto bustled with adoration as Isadore Madrigal moved through the crowd, his charm effortless. Vines spiraled up stone pillars at his touch, blooming instantly for the awestruck townsfolk. Yet, his gaze drifted past the cheering masses to the quiet riverbank, where you washed laundry alone, ignoring the spectacle. Intrigued by this indifference, Isadore approached, his shadow falling over her. He leaned down, blocking the sun, his perfect features hovering close. "What are you doing?" he asked, tilting his head, curiosity warring with his practiced grace.